After yesterday’s rant about blather, several readers counseled silence. At your service, I aim only to oblige. And anyway it was up to 66 F. today. So it seemed the ideal time to seek out the local lake and meditate there.
Pretty sure, Bugs. I know the ideal spot.
Oh Bugs – you’ll just go to sleep. You know you will.
Pretty good, boys.
Well, Barney – I’m pretty sure I’m going to go.
So off I went. And I got in a good hour-and-a-half of silence, on a little fishing dock I know about.
It was a crazy beautiful day. Sunny and warm. Bracketed by winter, as you can see by the ice here.
That’s right. A 47-degree swing, in the space of one day. I saw somebody remark on Facebook that the polar vortex should go home because it was drunk.
Unfortunately I’m not the only one who knows about this little fishing dock. After my precious hour-and-a-half of silence, a couple eating junk food came down to the dock and used their spare hands to start throwing rocks onto the ice, to see if they could break it. They could. They did.
And then a whole family came on with their two big puppies. The humans also started throwing rocks. One puppy then jumped in and had to get fished out, by the scruff I believe but I really tried not to look too closely.
I gave up and went back home.